Candice + Heidi = Fabulous Roommates

Well, I’m back in good ol’ Red Deer. I miss my roommates. Those girls taught me so much; we had the most fantastic year of our lives. All of us have developed some decent abdominal muscles because of all of the laughing that took place. This laughter stemmed out of frequent Michael Jackson dance sessions, Heidi’s sleep laughing and Tarzan obsession, our fish funerals, and Candice’s sporadic comments regarding flight paths or cold feet.

We lived in an apartment called The Spanish Lantern…the main reason we moved in was because of the name. Much of our entertainment was derived from simply glancing out the patio doors. A man once lived in our dumpster and decided to light a fire in there to keep himself warm, only to melt the entire lid. We had neighbors across the alley who wore pinstripe suits, top hats, and clown glasses…we think they owned a tickle trunk. Our landlord, Greg, was a riot. He often accused us of putting fingers and toes down the drain, causing it to clog. He advised us to dance to the rhythm of the gurgles that our sink produced. I will miss him.

As I walked home from school following my last exam, I reflected back on our experiences in The Spanish Lantern. I thank God for these amazing women that I was blessed to share a home with. We needed each other…there were some tears shed, and we were able to comfort, encourage, and hold each other. There were also many joyful moments that we could celebrate together. We learned patience, we learned to compromise, and we learned how to communicate. I could not have asked for better women to share eight months with.